knock knock! knock knock! | knock knock! knock knock! | tyler? are you in there? let me in!! and negate all my hard work grinding the teeth off your house keys? no, i don’t think so. |
monday tyler! your new dog shat in my best shoes ... again! heh-heh. | wednesday you little bastard! once more dog and i’ll sell you to the butcher! puppies will be puppies, monique. | friday where’d you get the money for new earrings? i thought you were broke. i’m really very thrifty tyler, didn’t you know? |
if i was to ask you how many aardvark skins it would take to cover our house, what would be your answer? do you foresee this to be a question you’re likely to pose? yes. | then, in all honesty tyler, i’d have to say i didn’t know. i’d have to say "i didn’t know" too. hooray for science! | hello, pet superstore? i was just wondering if you gave partial refunds on partial returns? if only he spent this much time and energy to become a cunning linguist. |
do you remember when comic strips weren’t just a bunch of talking heads? | do you remember anything before this week? | i have a lot of damage from alcohol misuse. |
that was quite the thunderstorm we had last night. yeah, sure was. i wasn’t imagining the raining of toads was i? frogs, i’ll think you’ll find they were. | ah, what do you suppose that was all about? i’m sure it’s nothing. it didn’t seem a bit wierd to you? | nah, it’s just one of those rarely occurring, natural phenomena. righty-o ... how’s that cup of blood you’ve got there. revelation-icious |
wow! those riots in france are getting pretty vicious. | i’ll bet the germans are having second thoughts now. ho ho ho. you know, that joke stopped being funny about 40 years ago. | bah, that joke never stops being funny. i heard to conceal their identities they were wearing blue and white stripped balaclavas. |
i’ve decided my life needs a voice-over. you want a voice-over? yeah, like they had in old detective serials, something like... | ’trouble’ was tyler’s middle name and just like that hooker’s face, he kept coming across it. | i’m judging you. you’re just jealous. |